Date: Sat, 12 Apr 2008 15:30:04 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO short story spinoff: DANCER
Smooth. Blue hair. Curved body, the usual belly dancer boy didn't like
the gang that came into the tavern in this dimensional land of savagery.
The tavern was usually a place of no violence, no battles, no fights, no
vedettas, revenge etc. It was kind of like what Switzerland was in the
old world or at least in history class that is what they told him, he
being Casm, when he took history back in those days. Now, here, he had to
dance to live, for he didn't like killing, didn't like the sword, even
though the best swordsman in the dimension taught him how to kill. His
dark olive, copper tone tan didn't allure these, this gang of ruff boys.
They came in and taunted all they could. There weren't others here yet
who would take them outside and show their bellies the point of their
swords. Casm blinked his long brown lashes and let his eyes stay closed
for a shade longer than usual. A skinny kid with red hair dyed was at the
bar, watching him sway his bony hips, enjoying the skin between them and
the ringed Y shaped inner belly button floating amid them. The rough
boys, some small, some big, some muscled, some smooth, came to him and
knocked him off his bar stool. One teased and mocked him by putting a
sword to a few inches below his bare outtie, freckled belly button of the
redhead. The kid, with feathered back hair, was stunned but he reached
for his knife at his belt. The bartender, a bald muscleman, kind but
wimpy, peered out from the bar, "This is a place of business, of love,
not of battle." The guy who held the sword at the skin, didn't press
tightly, too much but inched it upward slowly, hitting an erogenous zone
along the way.
The muscular older teen with his sword at the redhead's stomach hole,
plunged it in deep and the redhead squealed as six inches of steel went
into his navel and down into hard tight meat.
Casm wore only a cod piece held by thin rope to round gold ringlets on
each lower hip, slipping lower all the time but pressing all the time. He
also wore ankle bracelets on each ankle, gold also. A toe ring on one toe
and sandals. He wore a feather in one ear, his right ear, attached to an
ear ring. Eyes round as can be but slanted at the sides and big brown,
Casm watched the redhead squirm beneath the sword as it struck the ground
under him and saw the hips rise. Casm's cod piece jumped and he moved
toward the scene, "Stop it now," he said even tempered.
Ar, the guy doing the twisting of the sword in the redhead's belly
turned, "Or what?"
Another, Main, a blond with long hair on one side of his head and shaved
head on the other side, came up behind Casm and put him in a headlock and
jerked his bottom into Casm's buttox. "Nothing from this runt! Not a
thing!"
Casm just shut his eyes and said, "Release me now or you will not like
it."
Another, Gam, started removing Main's loin cloth and Main started to go
up Casm's butt. Casm hands hung limply to his sides but he could reach
two small pouches which hung tightly to his underarms, small but there.
These were attached to shoulder straps that went over each shoulder, both
straps blue. From each he pulled six inch knives and zipped them across
the upper wrists of Main. Main yelped and let go of Casm, who turned and
quickly jerked the knives into and out of Main's solid abs, crisscrossing
them in his belly hole and out again. Gam was shocked but gave a wry
smile, one end of his mouth going up as Main looked down at his belly
wound. Casm didn't wait for the rest. He took Gam's shoulder and put his
hand on it, putting both knives into the other hand and jerking both as
one into Gam's belly button. Gam looked down, "You---y---ou---you'r e
fasttaaaaahhh."
"Die," Casm said quietly.
Gam fell face forward toward Main and the two of them leant on each
other. They hugged.
"Arrr, nice little picture, innit," Casm said, taking just a second to
note this. He turned to the boy stabbing the redhead. Another three guys
came at him but he ducked under their girth, for these three were big
muscle guys. All they saw were flashes as he moved under their bellies as
they leant over to grab him. He came up behind them, "You're dead
already, guys." The three muscle dudes looked at their navels and saw
little red holes. One looked in and saw Casm behind him, right through
his belly hole, a large shaft of emptyness in the belly tunnel.
"Oh no!"
"Damn!"
"Fuck!"
"Just die," Casm said calmly. He turned to the now stunned Ar.
"I...am I suppo....supposed ...posed to be impressed! Afraid?"
"No, just stop and leave and you can live," Casm said. "Not that you
deserve to."
Others of the gang were backing off. Ar looked at them, "Come back here!"
"Need them?"
"Why you..." Ar removed his sword from the screaming redhead who held his
gut wound in pain and thrithing.
"That was a good move for a start...now..."
"Oh yeah," Ar said and overhandedly shoved his sword back down into the
redhead's hole and moved it all around at every angle, hurting the kid
more and more. As Casm charged at him with the knives, Ar then swiped his
sword out of the redhead's very side, taking all the meat above the hip
out and toward Casm. Casm found the sword of one of the fallen guys as he
knelt down. "Kneel, kid, you die now!"
"Not really observant, are you?" Casm got up under Ar's sword and with
his knives in one hand and the new sword in the other, he drove the sword
into Ar's belly. Ar gasped as Casm moved toward hin, a little guy coming
right up to his chest and moving to touch him. Casm rubbed the knives in
the other hand along Ar's side, hitting orgasm zones. Casm hugged Ar so
that that sword jutted out his back and soon found his knives, due to his
unknowingly shoving them into Ar's belly hole from the side, in also. He
couldn't even know that he did that out of reflex. The knives met the
sword inside perpendicular. Casm licked Ar's bulbous chest and felt the
nipples hard against his upper neck. Soon he licked those too.
Ar gasped, "Ar!"
"You die nicely," Casm felt more on his crotch. He jerked as Ar jerked.
Casm jerked the sword every which now and his penis spat as he took off
his cod piece in his fervor and fever. Between them both penises shot a
fountain of white. Casm later moved away from Ar and Ar fell, huffing his
last. Leaving his sword in the guy and putting his knives back, cleaning
them on Ar's hair, Casm turned to see the redhead guffing. "You are
tough. Not dead yet. Please forgive the delay." Casm bent over the
redhead and touched his belly gore. "Don't be dead yet." Soon the wounds
were healed, the innards were remade and the redhead stood up, totally
fine now. "Don't stand yet," Casm caught him in his arms but the redhead
was bigger than he and he had to balance him to a bar stool.
"You saved my life," the redhead said, "I'm Johnno. Thanks."
"I think you may save my life," Casm said and buried his head in the
boy's chest.